4 The pained, the sick, the dying, now
To ease and health restored,
With eager appetites partake
The plenties of the board.

5 But, 0, what draughts of bliss unknown, What dainties shall be given,

When, with the myriads round the throne,
We join the feast of heaven!

6 There joys immeasurably high
Shall overflow the soul,

And springs of life, that never dry,
In thousand channels roll.

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The Gospel Jubilee.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LOUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; Let every soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know That you ten thousand talents owe, When humbled at his feet you fall, Your gracious God forgives them all. 3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim,

And urge the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance of heaven,Your joy, your boast,-is freely given; Fair Salem your arrival waits, With golden strects and pearly gates. 5 Her blest inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt, but love immensely greatThe joy still rises with the debt.

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6 O happy souls that know the sound! Celestial light their steps surround, And show that jubilee begun,

Which through eternal years shall run.

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ANONYMOUS.

The Same.

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Ye who have sold for nought
The heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 The gospel trumpet hear

The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Savior's face:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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5 Jesus, our great high-priest,
Has full assurance made;
Ye weary spirits, rest!

Ye mournful souls, be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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ANONYMOUS.

Influence of the Gospel like Rain.

1 As showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crowned with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.

2 Lands that beneath a burning sky Have long been desolate and dry, Th' effusions of his love shall share, And sudden greens and herbage wear. 3 The dews and rains, in all their store, Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er, Are not so copious as that grace Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers, So, in the secrecy of love,

Falls the sweet influence from above.

5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,

While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6 Nor let these blessings be confined
To me, but poured on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

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Efficacy of the Gospel.

DODDRIDGE.

1 MARK the soft-falling snow,
And the descending rain!
To heaven from whence it fell
It turns not back again;

But waters earth through every pore,
And calls forth all her secret store.

2 Arrayed in beauteous green
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:

The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.

3 'So,' saith the God of grace,
'My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect

The purpose I intend :

Millions of souls shall feel its

power,

And bear it down to millions more.'

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*WATTS.

The Gospel satisfying and cleansing.

1 IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.

2 But God will every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by covenant and by oath
The riches of his grace.

3 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls From every loathsome trace,

In the blest fountain that his Son
Has opened for our race.
4 Our guilt shall vanish all away,
Though black as night before;
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea,
And shall be found no more.
5 Here shall his sacred spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.

6 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.

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WATTS.

Gospel Invitations.

1 'COME hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come!
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 They shall find rest that learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the

sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3 'Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light.'

4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal Resign our spirits to thy hand

To mould and guide us at thy will.